The chopper will be here in a few minutes. There is no wind, that is excellent.
The plan is to swing you on the end of the rope through the window.
Your night “cammies” fit tightly. Your breath is coming in gasps now… almost time.
Your equipment is ready.
Face is blackened to blend with the night sky.
Belt with fragmentary grenades and spare clips are fastened to your chest.
Strapped to your ankle is the commando knife that has served you
faithfully for years. The Glock semi probably won’t be needed but better
to be sure. The riflle is set for automatic fire.
Helicopter sets down in the lot. Good, no-one around for miles.
You cling to the rope as the chopper lifts off. If spotted it will be assumed to be the
weather or traffic helicopter.
You arrive at the building, you swing in and back. As you swing forward the second time, you
fire. The glass bursts into tiny fragments. You swing in.
Made it!!
Despite the hour, you can hear a warm, sensuous, compelling voice.
" …it enables you to push and pull,like sculpting in real time…"
You would know that voice anywhere,
You look around, there it is on the desk!!!
You run to it, amazed, right there in front of you…The Upgrade!!!
or
You can wait patiently like everyone else.
Decisions, decisions.